Ek chhota sa hi to khawab tha es dil ka..palbhar ki khushi...ek pal ki hasi..dil ki khubsurati..baato me maza..raato me chand ka baadal k piche se muskurane ka entazaar...harpal ki khushi..har dil me ho hasi...bas etanasa hi to khawab hai mera....kabhi kabhi khuda se puchna lagata hai..aisa kya maag liya hai maine ki duwa kubul hi nahi hoti....chhoti si hasarat..harpal me khushi ki chahat.har chahat hoti to hai puri... fir bhi na jane q khushi naseeb nahi hoti...harroz,harpal bikhrate hai yaha mere dil k armaan..ek pal k liye bhi dil ki aarju puri q nahi hoti......mannat hi to maangi hai mere khuda tuz se..jannet ki to chahat bhi es dil me na thi...kaash puri hoti es dil ki duwa..dil me tere siwa..na kisi aur chiz ki chahat thi..na pura ho saka meri chahato ka safar to koie gam nahi..bich safar me hi en raaho ki mulakat tuz se q nahi hoti.. jab adhura hi hai ye zindagi safar..to q ae zindagi........meri mulakat maut se nahi hoti.....
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